Okay, here is the usual disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, nor any character created by the show, nor some of the ones in this story 'cause I stole them from almost 'real' life (my friends). Nor am I making any money from this unless my friends try and bribe me not to put it up, but I will anyway, so alas no money.

A/N: This has the mention of some fanfic authors of whom I am a fan, so thanks for the permission to use your names! Also I am not really insane, well I am but I'm not hurting anyone and these are fun to write so I intend to do more. If you want to be mentioned private message me and we'll talk, I like the idea of the fic characters of the boys travelling around meeting with authors.

Beta'd: As usual by the wonderful and paitent morning sunlight.

Good writing

Serenity for all

Sincerely Rae Artemis

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Late, Late Night TV

"If there is one thing worse than daytime television it is late, late night T.V." Rae groaned as she surfed channels trying to find something decent to watch. Finding nothing she settled on Much Music video flow, just for the calming noise. The blue TV's light illuminated the room, and Rae, in her PJ's, looked ghostly in the flickering light. She shifted in her comfy but ugly green chair and avoided looking at her laptop, the screen saver of Supernatural photos teasing her as the insufferable writer's block continued, again!

The TV flashed onto a commercial for Supernatural and Rae watched cursing in all the languages she knew for the length of the summer and the cliffhanger she'd been dying to see resolved for the last couple of months.

"Such language young lady, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" A voice came from behind her and she fell out of her chair in shock, smashing into the coffee table just before she hit the cement floor.

"Ow, that looked like it hurt." Said another familiar voice, amusement mixed in with genuine sympathy. Rae jumped up and pounced onto both boys, dragging them into a hug that squeezed the air from their surprised lungs.

"Oh Gods! I thought I'd never see you guys again!" She mumbled into the hug, fear evident in her voice.

"Nice to see you too, um how about some air now?" Sam said as he gently pried her arm off.

"Oh sorry. Just, it's been…well you know it's just, I've hit the worst dry spell and I was worried that I was never going to see you guys again." She stood back and took in their appearance, noticing the bruises and stiffness to their movements. Dean grinned at her as he gingerly sat down on the love seat, holding his ribs and with a serious looking splint on his left arm, while Sam was only a little better off though still careful in his movement. "Who decided you guys needed to do some daring heroics this time?"

"Hmmm, it's been a busy day, let's say." Dean said shortly, not wanting to talk about it, still getting over the last death fic they'd been in. Sam gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded as they both agreed not to say anything.

"Fine, make me look for it." Rae said as she snatched up her laptop from beside Sam, who because of his bruises, was slow to move. She signed on to and read the ten most recently posted stories. "Wow, that is a bad day." Rae muttered, looking at the summaries: deathfic, angst, lots of beating the crap out of them fics, not named that of course but the summaries! "Geez, who the Hell did you guys piss off?"

"I don't know but whoever it is, I'm sorry." Dean groaned as he shifted on the loveseat, careful of his broken ribs.

"Yeah, it has been a hard day." Sam said, not looking at Rae or Dean, ashamed of something.

"Geez, Sammy, let it go okay? Everybody loses it at least once or twice, okay. For that matter I'm impressed how quickly you stopped and besides the guy deserved it. He hit my baby, do you know how much it will cost to fix the Impala?" Rae listened to the exchange while searching for the story, which turned out to be Red, by Anna Wolfe. Reading it she saw why Sam was upset and felt bad for Dean because the Impala would take some fixing up. Rae also remembered why Anna Wolfe was one of her favorite authors, the writing was beyond good as per usual.

"That sucks, I mean it is a great story and all but ouch!" Both looked up at her, and she suddenly felt like she'd intruded. "Sorry, but it does suck, please tell me this wasn't your entire day? Someone had to write something non-Hellish."

"Well we dropped by Anna's and talked about the story…well I did the talking, Sammy whined that he would never lose control and bull like that." Dean threw Sam a smug grin.

"I just don't think I'd lose it like that, I mean me lose it? Never happen, right Rae?"

"Everybody freaks out over something Sam and injured family? Who wouldn't go a little sociopathic?" Sam hung his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "Sorry, but I really do think you would but that's because you're brothers and you love ea-" She stopped talking as both Sam and Dean glared at her, both quick to deny the love of family, it wasn't macho or something.

"Me? Love this geek?" "Please he is too annoying!"

"Okay not love but…family bond and stuff like that." She held up her hands in surrender.

"Anyway, point was we dropped by Anna's and she said to say 'hi' to anyone else we saw, so hi. She did say it wasn't easy slamming the car but promised me she'd fix my baby up good as new. After that we-" Dean began only to be cut off by Sam, who leaned forward a conspiratorial glint in his eyes.

"We stopped by Morning Sunlight's and as usual, we swapped story ideas with her. Our timing was a little off though." Sam said, a smile lightening his features as he remembered the look of shock on Morning Sunlight's face when they'd shown up.

"We just felt like seeing what she was up to and forgot about the time change! So we show up and walk right into the room she was in and wouldn't you just know it all these little kids turn and somehow they manage to see us!" Dean chuckled

"What!" Rae clamped a hand over her mouth, belatedly remembering it was 2:00 am and that she had a roommate who would kill her. "I mean what? How? What?"

"Two very good questions. As best as Geek boy can figure it they just aren't jaded yet." He gestured to Sam who shook his head.

"No, that's not it, its just they still know how to 'play pretend' so their minds are more open, um, they haven't had reality completely forced upon them yet, so like a lot of writers they are more willing to allow for weird stuff. Only older people not unlike yourself-"

"For the love of it, twenty three isn't that old!" Rae exploded at him. She had suffered the indignity of having been called 'old' by all of her Pathfinders earlier that day and it had made her just a little tetchy. Rae clamped her mouth shut as she heard movement from her roommate's bedroom. A moment later Adele appeared looking pissed off.

"Rae if you don't shut up so help me God I will kill you. I have to be at work in five hours, working at a hospital where I can get things that would make your death look natural. Understand?" Adele growled out, oblivious to Dean and Sam who'd frozen as soon as she'd entered the room. Noticing that she couldn't see them, Dean flipped her off while Sam gave Dean a dirty look for it.

"Sorry Ads, I promise I'm shutting up now." Rae crossed her heart and tried to look solemn while Dean made faces at Adele, who was looking suspiciously at the love seat as though she could almost see him there.

"Just bloody well keep it down." Adele turned and stalked out of the room, slamming her door for emphasis.

"Isn't she just a ray of sunshine." Dean quipped sarcastically once she'd left; Rae threw a pillow at him.

"She could and possibly would kill me, so let's not give her a reason to okay? And Sam? If I'm old, so are you, and that would make Dean really old."

"And as I'm older than both of you, how about some respect?"

"No." Was the unanimous answer.

"Anyway, we are all not that old, so what were you were saying Sam?" Rae asked dragging back towards the subject.

"Huh? Oh, yeah so, in any case, writers are less in touch with reality and are more often able to see stuff that 'normal' people would look through."

"What the 'professor' here didn't mention is that we ended up telling the kids we were student teachers and were going to be helping out the class for the afternoon, it went fine. We taught them grammar and stuff, it was going great until one of the little girls recognized Sam from a poster her older sister had. After that it kinda snowballed and I got recognized so we spent the rest of the afternoon answering the kids' questions about monsters and so on until school let out. Ended up going back to her place to grab something to eat and discuss story ideas, it was cool." Dean reminisced with a vague smile on his face. "After that it was pretty much downhill what with getting the crap beat out of us every fic and every other fic having one of us die. There are some seriously morbid people out there." He dramatically leaned back throwing his arm across his eyes.

"Hey, we also hung out with P. 'cause ya know she's just great! We showed up and she was actually working on a new story, but took a break to hang out. She's got this great new shirt, it has the police sketches of the Boondock Saints, I thought it was cool. Still can't get over how short she is in person, I mean when someone is writing you get an idea about them from their style but somehow I thought she'd be taller."

"How tall? Like 5'6"? That'd be my call at least." Rae tried to create a mental image from her impressions.

"No, like 5'2". But that's not that short, some people are just freakishly tall." Dean said off-handedly, watching as Sam unconsciously slouched a little.

"You're just annoyed that she took you down with Lady Luck." Rae and Sam both watched as Dean's eye twitched at the mention of the name.

"Shhhh! Don't say that name, you might attract her or something and…while she is a beautiful and talented woman I don't want to take up her valuable time." He glanced around the room, smiling nervously.

"Anyway we got to talking about favorite movies and stuff and I think we yammered on about Boondock for an hour, but that movie is just brilliant. I love the mob mentality at the end!"

"I like the bit with the cat, 'Is it dead?' Cracks me up every time." Dean said in good spirits as he remembered the poor cat.

"No way the best part is the whole bit between the detective and Agent Smecker. The bagel bit, too funny for words." Rae said, desperately trying to smother her giggles for fear of her roommate.

"I like the part before the credits with the public opinion, that was brilliant." Sam said putting in his two cents. "We were actually going to watch it but it got really late and she had to work so we decided to come see what you were up to."

"Oh, what's she working on?" Rae pounced with the question hoping to get a preview of what was coming next.

"Well, right now, she's working on Hangman and it's going pretty well." Dean and Sam exchanged a secret brotherly glance.

"Details man, I need details!" Rae leaned forward, trying desperately not to wring the information out of Sam.

"We don't kiss and tell." Dean said from behind her, smiling smugly as she threw him a dark look. "Okay, I might be the one kissing and telling, but the writers code can't be broken. What? Would you want us to tell people what you're planning?"

"No, I guess not." She sighed defeated. "I don't even get a clue?"

"Nope." The brothers chorused.

"Since you guys have had such a hard day, I'll be nice and do a fluff fic if not for the bad day though…" Rae trailed off unable to think of a good threat, nothing could scare them after the day they'd had. "How did you guys know I'd be awake anyway? I could have been sleeping, it is…wow its 2:30."

"Rae, hmm, how do I put this…" Sam began, trying to be diplomatic.

"You are weird." Dean stated flatly.

"How's that?"

"You don't sleep at night, ever. That's how we knew we could drop by. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a vampire."

"Pains me to say this Rae, but he's right. You are a night person, and you don't sleep so you're a sure bet." Sam said shrugging his shoulders helplessly.

"Let's just stop there before I am forced to write a mean fic or something, okay?" Rae said, non-plussed to be considered that predictable. "So are you hungry?"

"When isn't he?" Sam asked, helping Dean up and gestured for Rae to lead the way.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"So pizza?" Rae asked after the moment of brotherly affections, they could insult each other but not say the 'L' word? Dean and Sam were both grinning as they eagerly followed her to the kitchen. "Maybe you guys can give me a couple ideas over some nice hot pizza and cold beer."

"Hey Rae?"

"Yeah Dean?"

"Nice PJ's." Rae felt a strong blush crawling up her neck.

"Shut up Dean."